The chase had come to an end by a meadow. Hidden away by trees as tall as Maegor's keep, it seemed almost as if time itself couldn't find it. She had looked at him with an almost playful smile on her lips. I haven't seen the knight, Your Grace. Had he been any other man, he might have believed her. He might not have noticed the silent defiance in her eyes. He insisted she tell him where the mystery knight had gone. I haven't seen the mystery knight, Your Grace. The realization hit him like a lance against armour. Her smile had widened, not much but it had grown. The northern lady standing before him hadn't lied about not seeing the mystery knight.

She was the mystery knight.

While preoccupied by his own mind, overflowing with astonishment, the knight of the laughing tree had slipped away, and left in her wake a man drowning.